Digital Writ

the reader is along for the ride on the small things too. I think for the whole trip I will complain about the pain that has built up in my right hip this past week. of course I won’t go for the doctor about it. they’re just for conversation. I’d rather go to a psychiatrist…… Continue reading pain

do I need hip replacement at this young age? it is killing me the stinging of it I guess from days and days of sitting on it wrong poor posture as they say it’s no joke I was brought up in the fear of bumble bees and especially wasps but not the fear of God…… Continue reading looking back to a sheet of paper

pictures of my bookcase yes, looking at it I find it soothing call me strange it doesn’t matter I tell them in a speech I was spawned last year’s Halloween and no one noticed you all are here just for the food anyway the winds are heavy I am in a good mood for all…… Continue reading oceans movement

sunday I am sitting on the bed leaned back against the wall with my head by the window light coming in and a superbowl ignored because because I have better things to be happier about believe that or don’t believe that reading and sitting with my wife lunch is over she wants to go out…… Continue reading Sunday is clear

thank you thank you for life given to me so that I can learn just what the hell is happening to me and spread myself across the bridge I am waking up from a crypt of denial I have been in for quite a while hello from alexandria where roads are torn up and silence…… Continue reading life breath

I write for a bit look down try to enclose myself in the quiet so that I can be real and nothing else could possibly bother me I have my friends and my movies the indoors but also I have nothing when I’m on the sidewalk when I’m going up the muddy street from all…… Continue reading leave the truck the way it is

crushing in the games network the waterworks turn on the river spill some blood and go for a deep drowning of yourself in the mundane grind of news and a country “pulling together” clothes those three colors every turn of the head I am blinded with their blindness and wreck the car it cannot be…… Continue reading as the blood spills

it is getting colder and colder. my God. these days I’ve had to reroute my way to work, adding a bus now so that I don’t have to cross the bridge at night. the whole thing is over an hour, but I am safe and in good spirits. safe at least in the moment. not…… Continue reading old slaveships

jon spent friendless years without any sun friendless because he was hated for it the sky would cloud up every time he stepped outside the door he could only appreciate it from the window what could he say? this developed into a reputation to deal with the guilt one day he went out and sat…… Continue reading sitting in the grass